Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

Wang Qinghan continued to read the remaining ten or so sheets of paper, with a trace of self-blame hidden in his eyes.

She deeply realized that it was her villainous heart that wrongly blamed the prodigal son.

He even forgot for a moment that the reason why he was a little angry was not only because of the attitude shown by the prodigal son, but also because of his frivolous appearance at the moment, the gesture of holding a woman in his arms.

In this way, as I continued to read, there were no more amazing lines on the next paper.

The people present were not in the mood to continue listening to the rest.

After reading, Wang Qinghan put down the last piece of paper in his hand, then sorted out the discarded papers on the table, sorted them into a pile, and put them aside.

Immediately afterwards, he gathered the poems on the other side that were qualified for the evaluation into his hands, and there were exactly ten sheets.

And the number of people the Wang family can accept is only five.

Among them, only the first one can obtain the position of Wang Family's Keqing Literati, and the other four can only obtain a status similar to that of ordinary children of the Wang family.

And only No.1 can obtain the elixir that helps mortals acquire cultivation talents.

The remaining four are all other things.

So the weights of No.1 and the next four are very different.

That person participated in it for several years in a row just to get the No. 1, to get the literati from the Wang family and at the same time to get the elixir that helped him acquire his cultivation talent.

But this year, it seems that he still can't get the No.1.

At least in the eyes of everyone, he couldn't get it.

As for Ye Fan and "Shen Yan".

For the time being, they don't have an absolute judgment in their minds, and it can only be decided by the chief examiner Wang Qinghan.

After Wang Qinghan sorted out the ten sheets of paper in his hand, he looked down at the crowd, and when he inadvertently glanced at the prodigal son, a look of embarrassment and embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, her jade lips opened her mouth and said:

"Everyone, at this point, the literati competition is coming to an end."

"I'm very glad that you can come to participate, and at the same time thank you for your contribution to our way of literati."

"Then now comes the most important part."

"It's up to me to decide the No.1 of this literati competition."

As Wang Qinghan's jade voice came out, everyone below slowly came back to their senses, and their eyes were a little more moved.

Then let this literati competition come to a perfect end.

No matter how lost you are now, it won't change anything.

Some of the defeated people think of this in their hearts, and they are still nostalgic for the artistic conception and homesickness brought to them by the poems of the prodigal son.

The guy who thought he had the chance to win and would definitely win the leader had a face full of struggle and unwillingness.

Secretly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"I believe everyone has some ideas. The leader this time will be determined in these three poems."

Wang Qinghan continued talking, and took the top three of the ten sheets of paper into his hands, and temporarily put the rest on the table.

"The first song is Shen Yan's Thoughts on a Quiet Night."

Wang Qinghan said in a clear voice, as he spoke, he looked at the prodigal son, and met the prodigal son's eyes, and the prodigal son had a faint smile on his lips, with a calm and composed look, which made her even more embarrassed, and dodged away look.

Immediately switched to the next song and continued:

"The second song is Ye Fan's Aspiration to Lingyun."

In the audience, upon hearing the words, Ye Fan immediately had a look of excitement on his face, but also nervousness and pressure.

Because he felt that he might not be able to win the championship.

But even so, I will not feel defeated, even if I am not the leader in the end, it doesn't matter.

I have gained too much this time.

Thinking in her heart, Wang Qinghan switched to the next chapter and said:

"The third one belongs to xxx, Mochizuki Sizhi."

As Wang Qinghan's words fell, the struggling and unwilling man raised his head with a tiny wave of hope on his face.

Everyone is also looking forward to how Wang Qinghan will decide the ranking of the three.

Wang Qinghan continued to chew and swallow the poems of these three people carefully.

In fact, she was just wondering who would win the championship between Ye Fan and the prodigal son.

That person is also related to Zhi, but Ye Fan's is even more outstanding than him.

So in the end, it's up to the prodigal son Miao and Ye Fan who can win the championship.

Wang Qinghan considered it carefully.

Considering various factors, including verses, including various.

At this time, it was almost midnight, and the sound of insects could be heard from the woods outside the scene from time to time, and the full moon hanging high in the sky was still shining brightly yellow.

Feeling this artistic atmosphere, the prodigal son also felt a little relaxed.

He hasn't experienced this feeling like participating in an event for a long time, and it feels good to experience it.

Lian Qingqiu looked at Wang Qinghan on the stage with a trace of hostility in her beautiful eyes.

I thought that if it wasn't for my master to win the championship, it must be this woman who deliberately targeted the prodigal son.

After a while, Wang Qinghan came back to his senses.

It seems that the final decision has been made.

She first took out the man's paper, and began to comment carefully, speaking very seriously, and gave the poem a very high evaluation.

In the ears of everyone, they all feel very good.

But the man's face was extremely ugly, full of unwillingness and struggle.

The first to comment on his verse, what does it represent?Doesn't that mean he was eliminated?

He knew it himself.

After finishing the comment, Wang Qinghan put his poem aside, and said with a serious face:

"No. 3."

The moment these three words were uttered, this person became extremely emotional. If he didn't dare to mess around here, he would have gone crazy.

"Congratulations."

Wang Qinghan naturally saw his appearance, but he was also very helpless. Immediately afterwards, Wang Qinghan picked up the paper from Ye Fan and the prodigal son.

Hold one in each of the left and right hands.

Everyone in the audience immediately looked forward to it.

In the end, who is the leader of these two people?

"I won't comment for now, I'll just tell you, who is the leader of this literati competition?"

Wang Qinghan glanced at the people present and said in a clear voice.

As soon as these words came out, the people in the audience looked forward to it even more, and their eyes widened.

The prodigal son also felt a little nervous inexplicably.

I'm afraid that this guy with the protagonist's template will break the routine and overcome his own Jingyesi.

Ye Fan was also very nervous.

Clenching his fists tightly, his eyes trembled slightly.

Wang Qinghan didn't make everyone wait.

Looking at the people below, they looked a little serious and said:

"I declare."

"This literati competition."

"The one who got the leader is."